Real EstateAlbum | Real Estate By T. Cole Rachel
Suburban melancholy done right.
Real Estate’s self-titled debut might just be the most profoundly nostalgic album of 2009. Given that the band is signed to white hot indie label Woodsist, an informed listener might expect this record to be yet another of that label’s seemingly endless output of lo-lo-lo-fi indie rock fuzz. So, it’s a pleasant surprise that the Brooklyn-based quartet deal in much more breezy sounds. Guitars gently jangle back and forth while vocals float in as if being sung by someone slowly drifting out to sea on a leaky boat. The record might be the sound of a bunch of middle class white kids from New Jersey lamenting the lazy pleasures of youth (the word “suburban” shows up in two different song titles), but you’d be hard pressed to find a more perfectly lovely song than “Beach Comber” or a record more evocative of listless, early-twentysomething melancholy than this.